Renowned for its thriving Greek community, Tarpon Springs Florida offers her visitors a wealth of tempting foods from the Hellenic culture.
Did you eat yet?"
It was the first serious discussion of the day between my friend Laura and I.
Ascertaining that neither of us had had breakfast we agreed to ignore the hunger pangs for the next couple of hours and feast like Greek goddesses upon our arrival in Tarpon Springs.
"Its worth the wait," I promised.
Secretly, I hoped it would be. It has been almost 15 years since I last been to Tarpon Springs. So many other things in Florida had changed. Would she have too?
Beginning our stroll down Dodecanese Blvd my fears disappeared. The aroma of roasting lamb, tinged with oregano and lemon butter, lingered on the crisp air... (Yes, it was actually sweater wearing weather along the Gulf Coast). Honey and walnuts' scent escaped from a crowded bakery as the door opened. We drooled momentarily at the window display and promised ourselves dessert. After all we were out walking. OK the street was not long – but our feet were moving.
We arrived at Hellas, close to the end of the Boulevard.
For over 35 years, the restaurant and bakery has been a favorite with tourists and locals alike. And that’s an honor in a town with so many Greek mamas!
We began with Saganaki - the imported flaming cheese. I know a guy in Chicago invented it. But the guy was a Greek – so I shouted “Opa” with vigor as the cheese was lit. For true foodies they also offer octopus both picked and broiled.
Laura ordered the classic Greek salad. But beneath the fresh veggies, feta cheese and olives a surprise awaited. A scoop of potato salad. It seems years ago – the lettuce was running low, and the chef hid potato salad under the lettuce trying to boost it up. The patron liked it so much that others started requesting it and a tradition began.
For my own meal I was torn between the Spanakopita (spinach pie with feta in phyllo dough), the Ke-bobs, the Mousaka with its beef, eggplant and potatoes browning under a cheese sauce or the Gyro platter. Now if you pronounce it “hero” – you’ve been doing it wrong. Its “ee ro” -according to our waiter.
I chose the former, which was fabulous but after gazing at a nearby table’s dolmades (stuffed grape leaves), Greek shrimp and Keftedes (meatballs) I wished I lived closer.
So after stuffing ourselves –we waddled back out for more walking (well shopping really)
Now a promise is never to be broken – especially one to yourself.
So we stopped by one of the bakeries and bought goodies to take home to our loved ones (and eat in the car). I chose the honey soaked buttery baklava, and Laura delighted in a milopite (apple turnover).
The gods on Mount Olympus never had it better!
